Even in the small description she had given, there was a distinct familiarity to her words. They were only minute details, but they applied to him. Perhaps they could apply to a wide range of people---but something about the present circumstances... it was odd. Strangely coincidental.

He certainly did enjoy poetry, as it tied in with both his love for philosophy and history. Poetry after all, was one of the oldest forms of both writing and storytelling. It provided fantastical portrayals of ancient civilizations and their beliefs.

"I am very old," he starts again, a small hint of weariness in his voice. No, he hadn't grown tired of life but every time he looked back on when it all started, he recognized just how long it had been. "I've dabbled much in the study of quantum mechanics throughout my years," he continues, "And earlier, a woman proposed the idea of alternative dimensions." He paused, considering his next words. "I believe it is a likely possibility."